Felt so holy as the candle burned down to the bar,
and she filled me like her voice filled the room.
My feet got sort of heavy, my tongue turned to lead.
She was gone 'fore I drank confident.
But Georgia,
can you hear me?
I've been crawling through the trees.
Through the pines, Through the pines,
wont you whisper
that you remember me.
I searched under rocks for the bird that flew away.
If I caught her, I don